Re: First Class: The Turkish Baths
The princess gave a hum at the explanation that was offered, glancing up in time to see the shift of the tattoos, the way they made an expression just as easily as her face might. "I don't feel that there is anything here to be afraid of. If there are monsters in the shadows, let them come out. I have fallen far enough as it is, and monsters hold no fear for me." The real monsters, she knew, were the ones inside yourself, the darkness in the soul that ate away and destroyed the world around you.
Her expression darkened, brows knitting together, and then the princess was stepping up and out of the bath, offering a nearby soft towel for the elf to dry herself. "I hate to leave you so suddenly," she started, "But there's something that I must attend to. It slipped my mind, so I hope you'll accept my apologies." She gave a bow, not a curtsy, before scurrying away on bare feet.